These feelings are nothing new, been expressed since when, we don’t know, the words, nothing new, arranged in unique ways, to say what I feel, and to say what you feel, all old but all new, for each feeling is new, we keep feeling it again and again, today’s tears are different from yesterday’s, the smile that we bring along, smiles for another reason, and this love that fades away, nothing new, for what fades away can be painted in a new way,

Love keeps the poetry flowing, with the same words and same feeling, lived differently, in infinite ways…

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